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For all those people who take others for granted, stop. The poor families of the kids lost in the shooting at a primary school have lost everything.
Jack, and Jill Went up the Hill To fetch a pail of Water What they found Instead, When they lay there In bed, Was a world full of Slaughter 'You wanna go Out?' I asked my Jill and Jill said, 'I don't...
A dark man, in a dark land, with a dark hand; delivering darkness. In a dark land, a dark hand; delivering darkness. From a dark hand; darkness. As dark as night, darker still; as dark as death.
A cold December when a heart ceased to love Filled with hate and evil When lovely angels 6 to 7 year olds tamed By one with a cold and mad life These 20 children In classrooms Not unlike my...
How can it be. That sales have increased, People want to protect themselves, Now children are deceased. I just don't get it. I just don't understand. The logic of arming oneself, Guns should be...
Innocence taken in the blink of an eye, all the mourning in the world will not relieve my cry. Children and educators taken without remorse, uncontrolled evil of man, such a regretful course.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, December 16, 2012. This isn't going to be addressed to any one Connecticut family specifically, but instead addressed to whom it may concern.
I have read and seen so much pain in last few days that I feel it as a physical weight and can not sleep for having unwanted images.
The pale morning light filtered through the snowy white haze of the sky to fall on the broken horizon.
Twenty flowers pulled up. Ripped out. Cruelly plucked. A garden less beautiful. Just dirt where they stood. Twenty fires put out. Smothered. Stamped to the ground. The world a little darker.
What brought you. To kill those innocent angels. What brought you. To shatter their lives. What brought you. To scar the rest. What brought you. To pull the trigger. What brought you.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, December 15, 2012. I had plans to make this post about dreams and their fantasy but, now that joy seems out of place. I just learned about it today.
You kiss and hug your child and watch them disappear into the distance on the bus that you put them on every day.
Because you mad bro, You let the hatred in you grow. You now have hurt those were innocent, Because you lack morals and because you're indecent. No cares about the killer, They care about the kids.
Oh, Sandy Hook... Dear Sandy Hook. What have you to say. Do you cry... Do you cry. For the children yesterday. My Sandy Hook... Poor Sandy Hook... I ask you, please don't cry.
Have you heard the news today, Another gun massacre in the US of A; Twenty little defenceless children gunned down, All they heard was a pop pop pop sound.
Missed another comp deadline :(. The young girl. With the ruby red eyes. There's a fire. Most hideous inside. As she looks in. Her golden framed mirror. At the elegant form.
"Shut up!" he yelled. This was meant to be a play but he took his character to far. He forced him back. His head hit the floor. With a crack. Blood started to flow. I could see it and smell it.
This is silly. You've done it all before. You expect me to forgive. You expect so much more. Then the gunshot. It rings out in the air. It is meant to hit you. But it is me that is there.
Flash of lights, Squeal of breaks. Slam of feet, The whole world quakes. Slam of doors, Scream of fear. Sobs of despair, Lost someone dear. Shatter of glass, So much pain. Bright red face, Tear stain.
The middle aged man. Who's done it all. He lived a life. Before his fall. He had three kids. And loved them well. But "It" took over. And then he fell. The teenage mother. Who's child was taken.
A picture of purest perfection The mirror did frame Fine antique lace, and soft ivory silk She would never be the same Midnight blue eyes upon an oval face Hair aglow with golden rays A vision of...
Not my regular but had to get it out....... Not my day at all it seems. 52 kids died on their way to school. Pictures of their parents are hunting the news.
A malicious battlefield where all will die, Flimsy boats treated like slaves, A dangerous game of dodgems, In, a rushing wall of water caves.